Hopestill 4 BIGELOW

# 16A5. Hopestill 4, fifth child
and fourth son of Ebenezer 3 ( Joshua 2, John 1)
BIGELOW and Hannah (Browne) Bigelow, was baptised 02 June 1731
in MA. He married about 1756, Ester Benedict of Danbury, CT. Owing to the
loss of early Danbury records, we have no birthdate for Esther, but in 1795
her Grandfather John Benedict drew up a will naming children of his son Samuel
Benedict, including "Ester wife of Bigelow"; Jemima wife of John Whitlock;
Patience, wife of Justus Olmsted, and Eunice, wife of Wm. Prindle." This
implies that both Ester and her husband Hopestill were then living. (More
info after children).

As far as is known, children of Hopestill and Esther (Benedict) Bigelow
were:

16A53 daughter, b 16 Feb 1761 Tyringham, MA; probably
m or deceased by 1776. [ In pension application of their brother Samuel below,
he refers to the capture of "three of my sisters, " implying that one or
both of the daughters above was still living in 1776.]

Hopestill Bigelow was an early Baptist preacher. They lived a number of
years in Tyringham, Berkshire County MA. then removed to Skenesborough, now
called Whitehall, Washington County, NY. They were listed there in 1790,
but in 1800 Esther was listed as head-of-family, implying Hopestills death
between 1795 and 1800. Beyond this we have no records of either. Tenancy
records show that Hopestill was a tenant of Philip Skene the British Loyalist.
The following letter, written in 1833 by a grandson, Hopestill the younger,
tell of the family experiences during the Revolutionary War on the frontier:
"My Son, That you may not be ignorant of the patriotism
and character of your forefathers and the value I place thereon, I send you
the following information: At the breaking out of the Revolutionary war,
your two great-grandfathers Hopestill Bigelow and Aaron Fuller, lived in
Whitehall, New York, then called Skeenesborough. Of my remote ancestors I
have no definite knowledge. My great-grandfather had ten sons and two daughters,
of whom I know only the names of Ebenezer, Joshua, Samuel, Hopestill, and
Benorah [Benoni], and also Silance. Hopestill had three sons, Samuel, Ebenezer,
and Thomas, and three daughters, Hannah, Nabby, and Esther. Samuel had six
sons, Hopestill, Niram, John Whitlock, Samuel Liscom, James, and Asa Barney,
and four daughters, Mary, Elizabeth, Tyla, and Roxina. All that I know of
my grandmother Bigelow is that she was an Umpstead [Olmsted]. Of my mother's
pedigree I know nothing beyond her own family.
My grandfather, Hopestill Bigelow, was a Baptist preacher and lived in No.
One, now Tynngham, Mass. In 1759 he removed to Skenesborough at the head
of Lake Champlain, N.Y., now known as Whitehall. It was called by its former
name from a wealthy Englishman who moved from Canada and settled there. At
this place grandfather became the pastor of a church. Adjoining him lived
Aaron Fuller, a Justice of the Peace, a very noted man in public business
in that region. At the beginning of the revolutionary war he was appointed
Quartermaster and public Storekeeper. At the 'Falls' (so called by the falling
of Wood and White creeks about twenty feet into the Lake) was Major Skeens'
borough or plantation, which he left in charge of a son and daughter and
went to Canada to join the English. Soon after the son and daughter also
went to Canada, leaving the farm, stock and everything, even the body of
their own mother in the cellar of the house enclosed in the leaden Coffin
which the Major had kept unburied for several years for the sake of an income. The property thus being left without protection
and belonging to an enemy, grandfather Fuller was ordered to confiscate it
for use of the army. When Skeene heard of it, he offered 1000 crowns for
Esq. Fuller's scalp. The liberal bounty made it very dangerous for him to
attend to business, as the tories and indians were numerous and on the lookout
for him. He was therefore obliged to ride in the night, and in the daytime
hide in a cave in the edge of a dense swamp. Well do I remember when I was
a small boy of my mother leading me and two older sisters to the cave, and
telling us the story till the hair of my head would seem to stand erect and
every rustle of a leaf would appear to be the step of an indian or a tory.
I have suffered more thereby, and fireside war tales, than years afterward
by the roar of cannon, the rattle of small arms, the beat of the muffled
drum, the groans of the wounded, the sling of the bullet, and the flow of
blood in the war of 1812. But to return. Not caring to leave the cave by
day his food was carried stealthily to him, but at night he would put on
his wife's long scarlet cloak and her bonnet (well do I remember the cloak)
and mount his horse. If likely to meet anyone he would fling his legs both
to one side [to appear as if riding side-saddle like a woman] pass on as
quickly as possible, then with a leg a side put spurs to and haste away to
buy supplies for the army. He had a son about the age of my father, then
fourteen, and a daughter about twelve, whom my father afterwards married,
and whom I shall now call mother. The boys had both entered the army, my mother
was left at home to take charge of her father's affairs. She was now the
only dependence for all outside work, and was a stout rugged girl. Adapting
herself to her business, she laid aside her own dress, and adopting her brothers'
[trousers] she foddered the cattle, yoked and hitched the oxen to the sled,
then she drove to the woods, chopped down trees, cut them into proper lengths,
loaded and drew them home, where she prepared the wood for the fireplace. Thus she did all necessary work during the winter,
the bounty for her father's life standing good, the family was all the while
kept in a frightful expectation that the house might be set on fire at night
in hope of getting him. During the next summer and fall grandmother Fuller
would send the children to the woods at night with blankets. After spreading
one on the ground, my mother would sit in the middle of it and gather the
rest around her (I think there were five of them), then spreading another
blanket over them, she sitting up would keep them secure from suffocation
and mosquitoes while they slept. During this time grandmother, with a babe
in her arms, walked the house from side to side, looking out through her
peep holes between the logs to see if any destroyers were near. She dared
not have a fire or light in the house, lest it would attract attention and
prevent her from seeing clearly if any one outside were approaching. Because
of some sudden fear or alarm she often called up her children in the night
and sent them into the woods, and they were accustomed to go without a murmur. Amid all this anxiety and excitement the news
came that the British were coming up the Lake. Men, women, and children were
running from neighbor to neighbor inquiring what to do. Finally it was agreed
to meet at my grandfather Bigelow's, he being the pastor. After consultation
it was thought best to move to Sandy Hill about twelve miles distant, and
after prayers and blessing pronounced on the trembling group, they started
leaving their farms and all unnecessary property behind. The alarm having blown over some returned, while
others stayed, among whom was my grandfather Bigelow, who occasionally went
up to see to his farm, at wheat harvest, with his wife, babe and my father,
leaving his three daughters at home, the oldest eleven, the youngest four
years of age in the care of a family of Prindles, distant relatives. Sandy
Hill being a noted place and quite a village, was looked upon as a place
of safety. Therefore many had resorted to it. During their absence for harvesting, the tones
with some indians made an assault, burned the place and having robbed the
houses and killed the cattle and hogs fled to Canada. Grandfather Bigelow
had five cows and six hogs killed The Prindles went with them [the Tories]
leaving no trace of the girls. Picture to yourself, if you can, the grief
and sorrow of my grandparents, when on their return from harvesting, instead
of joyfully embracing their daughters, they saw only the ruins of their home
and the embers still burning. After a diligent search they concluded they
were burned up in the house, the shock was at first severe and painful almost
beyond endaurance, but it gradually passed away and they assumed their wonted
cheerfulness. Thus three years passed by, when a messenger rode
up with a letter addressed to my grandfather. How great was their surprise
to find it to be from their long lost children, then in the British camp
in Canada. Although preparations were made to send for them, almost three
months passed when your grandfather Samuel Bigelow set out for them. After
six months more of negotiation and entreaty he safely returned with them
to their father's and mother's arms. Strong and clear is my remembrance when a small
boy how I used to sit by the winter's fireside, the blazing back log threw
its weird bright light and dancing shadows on the wall of the room, myself
at my mother's knees and my two older sisters on each side while her busy
foot was making the flax wheel hum, spinning for our clothing, and father
with his awl and thread, as was then common in every house, to make shoes
for our feet, and hear them tell of the horrors of war, trembling as if it
was a present reality, and look up at the old long gun which father carried,
and say to myself, 'well father is a patriot and will fight.' You doubtless
think it would be impossible for a young girl of twelve to do at this day
work your grandmother did at that age, but she was large and strong and with
sparkling eye and cheerful heart would tell us of her work and sufferings,
and rejoice that she could do it, while her father and brother were battling
for freedom. Now, my son, you can judge from the above why
I shouldered a gun and took the field in the late war with England, more
especially when you consider the patriotic spirit of your forefathers, and
I think by this time you begin to esteem more highly the pure republican stock
from which you have eminated, for your grandfather Bates was a patriot, a
soldier during the whole war, and fought at the taking of Burgoyne. The day
on which you was born [July 4] was a glorious one to our fathers and hence
I know you will ever support the principles of the day of your birth."

This is a little off the beaten track for you, but do you know of anyone
researching the Aaron Fuller/Rebecca marriage. The Hopestill letter refers
to 8 children in this marriage (Elizabeth holding a blanket over 5 little
ones in the woods, while her 2 older brothers are off to fight in the war,
and mother is back home holding an infant = 8). The problem here is that all
the records I've come across list only four, Robert, Ephraim, Elizabeth, and
Aaron. So who are the other children? Did they die before
reaching maturity? Did Aaron and Rebecca have more children after the events
described in the letter?
Anyway, that's one of the angles which has been consuming so much of my time.
I hope you keep me in mind if you come across anyone or thing which can help
me answer these and other questions. Thanks, Belinda Tantalo

Note2:
Subject: Aaron Fuller
Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2001 21:53:01 EST
From: Donald B. Scrafford Scraffy1@aol.com
Dear Mr Bigelow:
Thank you very much for posting Hopestill Bigelow's letter to his son on
your web site.
My ancestor, Samuel Thomas, was probably quite familiar with your ancestors,
Samuel Bigelow (born 4/2/1763 Tyringham, MA) and his wife Elizabeth Fuller,
as well as her parents Aaron and Rebecca Fuller. According to a rather
detailed revolutionary war pension file for Samuel Thomas, he was married
to Phebe Halladay by Aaron Fuller on 6/9/1787 in Skenesborough (now Whitehall),
NY. His brothers John and James Thomas were witnesses to his wedding.
Their father died between 1771 and 1780, and their mother was "killed by Indians
after the defeat of Burgoyne". According to a deposition by James Thomas
(the youngest of the three), Aaron Fuller became his guardian after his mother
died. There is also a deposition in the file by a Hannah Day (dated
1845) stating that Aaron Fuller was married to her father's sister.
I suspect that she may have been related to the three Thomas brothers, but
the file does not specifically state that.
I am trying to identify the parents of my Samuel Thomas. I know that
he was born on 7/25/1762, and that several members of his family came to
Skenesborough from Tyringham, MA. Samuel Thomas joined the revolutionary
army at Great Barrington.
Have you been able to determine the full name of Aaron Fuller's wife?
Since he became the guardian for James Thomas, I suspect that his wife may
have been related to the Thomas brothers. I suppose that she may have
been their aunt, or sister.
Any information that you could share with me regarding Aaron Fuller, and
his family would be very helpful. I would also dearly love to find
more information about Skenesborough. Can you help me?
With the information that I have, perhaps we can determine the identity of
Aaron Fuller's wife.
Please let me know if you are willing to share information.
Thanks, Donald B. Scrafford
1313 N. Prescott Street
Wichita, Kansas 67212-6818
e-mail: Scraffy1@aol.com